the office

the office

this cubicle was designed so neatly
the designer was so neat
so neatly you can “re-arrange” these walls anytime
but no one ever does.

this clock is perfectly round
it never moves forward
it casts an invisible net
around everything i do.

paper clips are identical
each one is bent in the same place
perfectly good ones are thrown away
like they were nothing.

i should work to the top of the company
that’s how he became president
got rich doing what he loved
but i have to let the Xerox know who i am
so “guess who” knows who’s wasting paper.

the scientists lied
there was never any “two billion years ago”
we’re still swimming for relief
in the primordial soup,
and only a few crawl out.


chumahan